THEY TRYIN' TO CATCH ME RIDIN' DIRTY

[rollin]

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saruhiko fushimi • k

[miscolor]

[ And this is Fushimi here at the pleasure gate... It looks like there's a play in order, but he isn't exactly enjoying it. Despite his obvious boredom and slight irritantance at the execution of said play, he stays seated until there's intermission since that's possibly the only way to do this without drawing attention to himself. Little does he know that there's no intermission!!!

He is here... Dying ever so slowly while having to watch this train wreck. With a click of his tongue, he finally says something though it might as we'll be a mutter. ]

If I wanted to suffer, I would have just gone to one of those group bonding exercises. [ NO ONE ASKED YOU TO BE HERE, but he can't get himself to leave yet. Go ahead call him a whiner. ]

[heelstomp]

[Welp. Chie's not exactly enjoying it either, but plays weren't really her thing to begin with. Something about watching a bunch of people stand still and recite lines robotically just goes right over her head. Not enough action. Now, if that guy in the middle with the poofy pants suddenly dropkicked someone...!!!

She's close enough to catch Fushimi's comment, and she almost lets herself laugh at how she had more or less the same thought moments before. She has enough respect (hopefully) to turn to him with a slight cringe instead.]

It's not that bad. I mean, at least the costumes are nice, right? And the music, and... [yeah she's got nothing]

[miscolor]

[ FUU. So someone heard him!! Mildly surprised, he turns to her to at least take a glimpse. No one he recognizes--some student at that. At least that is what he can deduce from her appearance.

EITHER WAY, this play is merely going on and on. SLAY HIM WITH YOUR GREAVES. An exasperated sigh. ]

I don't think nice costumes and music make a play decent. [ Now that he thinks about it, why is he here again? All of this is getting on his nerves over nine thousand. ] Barely tolerable.

[heelstomp]

[A handy concussion can do wonders for the tortured soul of a man exposed to bad plays. Why else would she be here, obviously. And judging by the way he's being a TOTAL DRAMA QUEEN GEEZ, Fushimi is well on his way to needing a kick in the head or something.]

Well, if nothing else, you hafta give 'em credit for going up there in the first place. If it were me, I'd be way too embarrassed. [The thought almost makes her shudder. She did her bit of stageplay back in the culture festival, and even that was more than enough, thanks.]

[miscolor]

[ Goddess of steak, deliver him from this suffering. He's a dumbdumb though, I'm not going to lie about this. If she puts it that way, he seems to unwind a bit. Not exactly putting down his guard, but he's going to be a little bit less critical!! Kind of. ]

Anyone would be embarrassed if they need to go through that. [ It looks like someone is going into a monologue--gross!! Someone talking about their devotion for this one person. Even if it's orated as if reading off script, he has super bitter feelings.

Looks like they're waiting for something to happen before the next scene happens. Someone forgot their cue. ] When is this going to end?

[nagyka]

[ She sidles up beside him; not entirely silent, but quiet enough that her light footfall cannot be heard over the other sounds that echo the area. She stands there a moment, as if she's just another onlooker with intention to shift away soon enough. Quistis does not, however, and turns toward him instead. ]

I do believe that I promised I would not make you do one of those again, didn't I? [ There's some fiddling with her glasses as she removes them and wipes them clean. Slow and methodically while she speaks. ] Welcome back.

[miscolor]

[ ... Is she talking to him? He can't help but at least take a quick glance after adjusting his dark-rimmed glasses. For some reason, this place becomes even more sickening by the second. Someone is definitely not comfortable with this one-sided acquaintanceship, but he doesn't show it. The furrow of his eyebrows only add to a quizzical look rather than one of pure hostility (okay, it's like 90% hostility).

Preeeetty sure he doesn't have amnesia. This can only get complicated!! Just the idea deserves a click of his tongue. Shoulders slumping a bit, he orates in quite the monotonous voice: ]

Sorry, I have no recollection of my previous stay. [ He has at least been able to look at the network beforehand to see that this has been a recurring thing. ] You have the wrong person.

[ Different version might as well be different person to him. ]

[nagyka]

[ She is, in fact, talking to him. The humor and good nature in her tone quickly depletes and she finishes polishing her glasses before slipping them back on her face. She responds in a similar dull tone, barely turns toward him -- just enough that she's not being rude. It's a closed-off, guarded gesture. ]

Ah, I see. I apologize for putting you on the spot, then. [ She knows just as much as he does, so she doesn't push it or deny anything. ] I suppose in a roundabout way you're correct. We worked together when you were here last.

[ She was his boss, actually. Though she does enjoy a bad joke and the occasional teasing, they were both awkward and dry and serious. They had gotten along well enough. ]

My name is Quistis Trepe. [ She extends her hand. ] I work at the Law Enforcement Unit.

[miscolor]

[ It's all right. The closed-off, guarded gesture is fairly mutual... He really doesn't want to hear about what he did while he was here before, but it doesn't sound that bad so far. It's reasonable. She seems reasonable. So far, everything is tolerable and she's keeping her distance, so he doesn't brush her off for now. Catching himself before he introduces himself (of course she knows), he adjusts his glasses instead. ]

Saruhiko Fushimi. [ It takes him like a second or two to actually take the hand and give her a reluctant handshake. how 2 b professional. Now that he thinks about it, a lot of important facilities are either: 1) ran by incompetent natives or 2) ran by imported residents. ] I'm surprised that this place even has law enforcement, let alone employees having time to watch a foul play.

[nagyka]

[ She means to keep the conversation short and curt, not so much catching up as introducing herself all over again. It wasn't as if they ever had lengthy conversation before, anyway. All short, all about work. ]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance again. [ She was about to pull her hand away when he takes it. She doesn't really shake his so much as clasp his, just firmly enough and completely brief. It is a somewhat militaryesque gesture. ] Most civilized places where I come from have some form of law enforcement and from what I gather so do most other places. It shouldn't be too surprising. I also happen to be working night shifts this week. Would you like to know the rest of my schedule? I can tell you where I like to dine so you can accidentally run into me, if you'd like.

[miscolor]

Holly Heights seems to be lacking in certain areas aside from their fine arts. [ While he understands it is something natural for a civilized area, it doesn't... make him think it's natural here. This place gives him a sickening feeling.

WOW. RUDE. At first he's really taken aback by what she starts saying after, but soon realizes that he's being jabbed at. Clicking his tongue, it's more than obviously that he's annoyed but won't be admitting or addressing it. ]

Unnecessary. It wouldn't be accidental at that point anyway. [ Staaahp. There's a very long pause, it might as well seem like he dropped the whole conversation entirely. ] Are there any openings?

i missed this somehow but it's okay, i'm not playing a stalker

[rollin]

Hah?

[ See, Yata doesn't like this play either, but he's doing his best not to make any noise and unnecessary movements. Hearing someone whine irritates him. He's mocking his effort! He turns to the seat next to him to retort. ]

Shut up and watch. Guys who can afford to pay for their ticket can't complain!

[ Yata. Yata. It's Fushimi. ...nope, he hasn't noticed. ]

wow.............. 1/2

[miscolor]

[ WOW. This insolence earns Yata a click of the tongue. There's something about Yata's simplicity that he can't stand and it only makes his blood boil. He stays quiet for only a second or two before crossing his arms. ]

Whatever, can you stop being so loud? [ ALSO, ] No one paid for their ticket.

This play is free. [ Despite how his tone didn't change from being dull as hell, it feels like his words are sharper. ]

[miscolor]

But knowing you, you probably got scammed. [ YUP. He notices... ] Mi-sa-ki.

[rollin]

[ He bristles at the mention of his name, and that's when he knows. ]

Sa-! [ Then he remembers they're supposed to be quiet. Right. That's hard, but he tries. ] Saruhiko? The fuck are you doing here? Why are you sitting next to me!? [ Suspicious! ]

—a-and I didn't get scammed... [ How much did he pay for this show again? It was a reasonable price. Probably. He was wondering why the line was short! ]

[miscolor]

That's what I would like to know. [ He feels pretty cheated for being stuffed into a boring play with no discreet exits. Of course, he's droning out all the yelling whispers (only Yata is capable of this)! Even leaning the opposite direction ever so slightly to get away from being scolded. How annoying. ]

Right. Probably paid enough for a child's admission ticket. [ The line isn't the only thing that's short! It's obvious that Fushimi is trying to add fuel to Yata's fire!! He's trying to push as many buttons as he can to keep Yata's attention, uwoh. Please notice him. ]

[rollin]

[ Don't worry, senpai is here. ]

I'm nineteen! [ A chorus comprised of everyone one to four seats away shushes him. He sheepishly sinks into his seat, but don't think he's letting Fushimi off the hook for even a second. ]

You know, I'm four months older than you! [ He remembers. ] I've been eating a lotta meat since I got here, too. And I had my birthday last July, so hah, I'm actually twenty. Take that, and show some respect!

[ This topic has gone on for far too long. Why does he even care? Because winning is important, no matter how shallow and petty the victory is. ]

Re: saruhiko fushimi • k

[sympathy]

[ She really was on her way to work, but the play caught her eye, and well, she spies a very familiar-looking person (FISHIMI-KUN) and sits somewhere nearby him. ]

Do you not like plays? [ Better not to call him by his name, he might not remember her. ]

[miscolor]

[ FISHIMI.... IS HERE, KOBATO. ]

I don't particularly like them. [ Then again, what does he even like? He dislikes are numerous otherwise, but he can't really name this as something on the list. You are a smart girl, Kobato. If he knew the sentiment, he might be grateful. Kind of. Not really. ] There would be better things to do.

[ But he is here. Super dumb. ]

[sympathy]

[ Let her hug you—I mean, she tilts her head at him in question. ]

Such as?

[miscolor]

[ If she does at least he won't screech like pure maiden Yata. ]

From a general perspective, one can get a head-start on their studies or their work just so they won't end up doing this for a living. [ Bad actors... But yeah!! He basically describes everything he doesn't have right now. Super duper NEET as of this moment. ]

Chores included. [ His life lacks... fun. ]

[rosescape]

[ Was the seat next to Fushimi always taken? Maybe it was free a few minutes before but it's definitely taken right now.

And the girl in that particular seat has a marble held up to her eye while gazing in Fushimi's direction. ]

[miscolor]

[ At first he does his best to ignore everything with all his might, but he can't help notice when someone is suddenly there... Let alone a small child. Ugh........

It's her. Gritting his teeth behind his frown, just... awkward guilt trips about the past and how he felt responsible for what happened. Even if everything is okay, it still is a sore spot! Anyway, he'll only give her a glance before turning his attention back to the dumb play. ]

They let you come here by yourself? [ Unimpressed. ]

[rosescape]

[ Saruhiko turns -- but Anna watches him still, uninterested in the show, even as she lowers the marble back down to her lap. ]

...They're not here anymore.

[ Her response, slightly delayed, comes after she tries to figure which 'they' he means, but in the end -- Mikoto and Tatara have gone, just as her 'parents' have. Though Izumo was still here, he'd disappeared before too.

And though she tries, there's a slight waver in her voice when she answers. ]

[miscolor]

[ Tsk. He isn't sure what he was expecting, but that answer just makes him... Annoyed. It's not like it's anything different, but with HOMRA's talk about pride and family ties he thought maybe--Whatever, the whole thing leaves such a bad aftertaste. He can deal with it.

He faintly remembers seeing Kusanagi's name on the list of contacts, but it's obvious he just kept scrolling to find Yata's. Back on topic, h-how to deal with children. ]

There's still some of them here. [ Even if it proves to be temporary stay. ] If you didn't tell them, they might worry their heads off.

[ At least he thinks Misaki would. Loud, obnoxious, very very annoying when in peril. ]